He's gotta feel sweet inside
The spark hits
And his mouth is dry

It doesn't matter 'cause he's feeling high
But his eyes are streaming


Chorus

Spiral ride, nauseous tide

Brain fried, pupils wide
He's gotta have
He's gotta have

Psychofudge

All the words he speaks are lies

The spark hits
He's no longer shy
His forehead's frowning, but he says he's fine

Cause the nectar's dripping

Chorus


Just one more little line
A little edge

Helps him lose time
Nothing matters except the next high
But his nose is bleeding


Chorus